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Delia’s Story, Chapter 130: Morning

John woke up, feeling bodies pressing him. As his thinking cleared he remembered that all four of them had gone to bed in the same king-size bed. It was a bit crowded. He examined the layout. Mona was on his right, and Julia was on his left, with Rebecca on the other side of Julia from him. They were mostly uncovered, and three more-than-respectable racks showed. He felt his morning erection swell even more. He thought to himself, who to choose? Three willing partners, all completely available. He was most familiar with Mona, knowing what made sex with her good for both of them. Julia was more exciting, being more athletic and far more forward. Rebecca was the most beautiful, with the tightest vagina and the best kissing. He knew that the new situation he found himself in was going to be difficult, with three women to deal with. Who should he give priority to? His wife? She had ceded all sexual decisions to him. His senior slave? She had no claim. Rebecca? The one that wanted to bear his children? He thought that he might just have to start thinking of them as slaves and consider only his pleasure and desires, but that might end up making him less happy. Oh, well, it will work itself out over time. In the meantime, there was still a decision to make. He had already decided that there was going to be sex. He just had to decide who with.

He finally decided that he’d let his second head choose. He thought of each woman in turn. His cock felt the urge most strongly when he thought of Julia, so his choice was made. He rolled toward Julia, nudged the sheet away from her, and reached in to massage her clitoris. He rubbed gently for a minute or so, and saw that she was opening her legs slightly, even though she was still asleep. He rubbed a little harder. Her eyelids twitched, then opened, and she looked at him with slowly dawning understanding. He rolled closer to her and kissed her. She responded strongly and opened her legs to allow him better access. She also reached for his penis and held it, squeezing it gently. When he reached from her clitoris to her opening, he found she was already very wet. He pulled back from the kiss and rose above her on hands and knees. She smiled and guided him in.

He started slowly and gently, using pressure, then releasing it, rather than moving up and down. He also kissed her, keeping a hard open-mouth kiss going while he moved slightly within her. She had her arms around him and was holding him tight. Neither of the others was awake.

John kept up the slow lovemaking for a long time. He realized that a night’s sleep had recharged him, but the previous day’s efforts had still depleted his reserves, making it harder to climax. That was fine with him. He’d never been a slam-bam type of guy; he preferred being inside and feeling the warm wet tightness around him. He also kept up the kiss. Kissing was a central element of lovemaking to him. He realized then, in the middle of the sex, that he considered sex with Julia, and with Rebecca, lovemaking, not fucking. It didn’t cause him to skip a beat in his movement, though.

After what seemed like a beautiful eternity to Julia, he began to speed up and move a little bit more. She had been having sex with him for long enough to know what made him happy, which happened to coincide with what made her happy. She moved with him, pressing up as he pressed into her. They found a rhythm. It slowly sped up and the energy of the thrusts increased. It still took a long time, even with more and faster movement. Julia became aware that Rebecca was awake, because she had put her hand on Julia’s breast. John knew that Mona was awake because he felt her hand on his butt, pressing him harder into Julia.

He finally felt the oncoming orgasm and sped up and increased the length of his strokes. Julia matched his rhythm and kissed back even harder than she had before. He finally buried himself as deep and hard as he could into her and came. He felt her spasms following his. He lay still, his clock still hard, resting on top of her, still within her. The kiss became more gentle. He finally pulled his head back and looked at the three women, all of whom were watching him. Julia was watching him in a post-orgasmic glow. Mona was both amused and turned on. Rebecca was excited by the sex; John knew that she was dripping wet. He let his weight go completely onto Julia and spread his arms to gather in all three of them, still inside Julia.

After five minutes, his member had softened and slid out of her, so he released them and rolled back to his original position on the bed. Mona moved out of his way, then moved to clean his cock off with her mouth. Rebecca saw that job was attended to, and moved to Julia’s pussy to clean that up. Mona worked at it far longer than a cleaning would take, but her efforts didn’t bring him back up again. John was in a post-orgasmic haze, loving that his wife was using her mouth on him, loving that he had just made love with one of three beautiful women in his bed, loving the feeling that absolute control gave him. Julia was glowing. She had just been fucked well, and someone she cared deeply about was cleaning her pudenda and licking out the inside of her vagina. When that appeared to be clear, Rebecca moved on to Julia’s clitoris. Julia was soon swept up in a wild orgasm that was just as good as the one John had given her. Rebecca looked up and raised herself a little, but Julia put her legs behind Rebecca’s back and held her down. Rebecca smiled and continued with what she had been doing.

John finally had Mona stop and lie next to him. He slowly massaged her to orgasm, teasing her for a long time. They were both aroused by what Rebecca was doing to Julia. Julia had another orgasm, then stopped Rebecca and attended to her orgasm. After all that was done, they were all tired again and the three women followed John’s lead when he fell back asleep.

Two hours later, John rose and used the bathroom, then called his office. “I’m taking the day off, and so are Julia and Rebecca.” The women all heard him, and they were thrilled. They got off the bed, and following Rebecca’s lead, knelt before him.

“What is your pleasure, master?” asked Rebecca.

“Right now, breakfast. Later, who knows.” The women all knew what would come later. They went and got breakfast going. By unspoken agreement, no one dressed. After a pancake and eggs breakfast, they sat and drank coffee and looked at each other.

“John, watching you make love with Julia was hot. It got my juices flowing more than I thought watching a sex act could,” said Mona.

“That’s good. I was afraid it would make you jealous that I did it with her.”

“It did, a little, but I know that with three women you will have to make choices. How did you make that choice?”

“Randomly.”

They spent the next several hours cuddling, watching movies on TV, and in light conversation. John was itching to find out what understandings the three women had reached previously, but it was too nice having a light, playful mood, and he didn’t want to end it.

He was enjoying watching Julia and Mona walk around in front of him, posturing for him. He wondered if it was just out of fun or whether they were competing for his attention. They were smiling and looking at him with teasing in their eyes, so he thought it was for fun. Rebecca stood, came over to him, knelt, and took him into her mouth. John looked startled, then happy. “I didn’t ask, but I like it.”

While she worked to please him, he looked at the other two and said, conversationally, “Which of you should I whip next?”

They looked surprised, and a little shocked, but Julia replied coolly, “I can volunteer, if it pleases you.”

John laughed. “I was joking, mainly. I found that I enjoyed whipping Rebecca. It was probably because she wanted it, but it stirred something deep. I won’t whip her often. I’m probably not going to whip you, but if I have to wait too long between times with her…” He paused, reached down with his hands, and grasped Rebecca’s breasts while she sucked at him.

Julia had a pensive look on her face, and Mona had a nearly-frightened look. Julia finally brightened and said, “I’ve never tried it. Perhaps I should. I probably won’t take to it like Rebecca, but you are my master and owner, and you should do what you please with me.”

John smiled back. “I may take you up on that. You probably know that I am into mutual pleasure and not torture. It surprised me how horny it made me to whip Rebecca, but that was probably because I could tell how horny it made her. Of course, almost anything makes Rebecca horny.” He smiled down at her, and she glanced up at him with a twinkle in her eye. She had finally gotten a reaction from his cock, and was artfully coaxing it to become more erect. When she finally had him up, she switched to a more-aggressive sucking that had him moaning. “Not yet, my dear. Slowly. In fact, stop that and sit on my lap and fit your pussy over it.” She jumped up and did his bidding with alacrity.

Julia and Mona looked on with interest as she slid down on him. He reached around and held her breasts, then told her, “Sit still and play with yourself.” She reached down and touched herself and made slow circular motions. He spoke again, “Mona, come here and sit on the arm of the chair and kiss me.” She jumped up and did so, kissing him warmly and deeply. Julia came over and kissed Rebecca. John moved his right hand to caress Julia’s breast, Mona reached out to hold Julia’s other breast, and Julia used one hand to hold one of Mona’s breasts and the other hand to hold Rebecca’s free breast. This octopus situation wasn’t stable, with the two coupled together trying to move, and the hands retreated. In a break in the kiss, John said, “You two — on the floor, 69.”

Mona and Julia stepped out where he could see them. Mona lay on the floor and spread her legs wide. Julia straddled her, facing away from her head, and leaned down to Mona’s pussy. Mona grabbed Julia’s hips and guided her to where she could get to her mound. They soon started mutual pleasing activity. John enjoyed looking at it. He enjoyed holding Rebecca’s breasts. He really, really enjoyed being in her vagina. She took her cues from his hands on her breasts. He used fingers to stimulate the nipples, and occasionally pressed her breasts upwards, which she realized meant that he wanted her to rise and fall on his cock. As far as he was concerned, this could go on forever. Rebecca started using her internal muscles to squeeze him rhythmically, and that made him feel even better. His excitement slowly built. He increased the pressure on her nipples. She started wiggling her bottom to increase the stimulation he felt. She was rubbing her clit at breakneck speed, and he felt the motion and vibration within her. He pulled upwards on her breasts faster, and faster, and faster. He finally said, “Ride me hard, wild girl!”

She started a rapid vertical oscillation on his cock. She put her hands on the sides of the chair to help her do it. He moved a hand down to her crotch to replace them. Even with the higher speed, it took a while for him to come. When he did, she was breathing hard, but didn’t stop until he said, “That’s enough.” He had felt two of her orgasms, and he had enough stimulation for the time being. She sat, waiting for instructions. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her there on his lap, impaled on him. She relaxed into him, and he nibbled on her neck while he watched Mona and Julia.

The two older women were licking as fast as they could. Julia came first, and Mona switched from clit licking to cunnilingus. Julia was able to concentrate on pleasing Mona now, so she started a rapid, varying licking and nipping on Mona’s clit. Finally Mona erupted, sticking her tongue as far inside Julia as it would go.

They lay still for a while until their breathing slowed. John and Rebecca watched them. They were still arousing even while lying still. They finally rose and stood in front of John.

He had Rebecca get off his lap and stand with them. “Is everyone sexually satisfied?” he asked.

Julia and Rebecca nodded. Mona nodded but said, “I’d really like to be fucked.”

John smiled and said, “You will be, but not right now. The first order of business is showering. The second order of business is a trip to an insurance office. This evening, we all dress well and go out for dinner. I want to visit several sex businesses.”

An hour later he was ushering his harem into his insurance agent’s office. He was greeted by a receptionist-slave and promptly ushered into the agent’s office, followed by the women. The agent asked him, “What can I do for you?”

“I have a coverage issue to take care of. You know my wife, Mona,” he said, gesturing at her. “I also have two slaves,” gesturing at the nude pair, “and my daughter is now my slave.” The agent looked like he was a little shocked, and John caught it. “It was a defensive enslavement.” John saw that he understood. “Anyway, I need to make sure that Julia and Rebecca here are covered, and that my daughter is. I also understand that there is a standard emblem now that lets emergency workers and hospitals know that a slave is to be cared for like a free woman.”

The insurance man said, “I can make the adjustments to your policy. And yes, there are emblems. It looks like you have collars on your slaves. We can attach them to the collar for the best chance of having them be noticed. Oh, Mona is wearing one, too. We can put a gold version of the emblem on her collar to indicate a free woman. The emblems aren’t large or distracting, but they are effective.”

After his business with the insurance company was done, John took his slaves to the office so they could dress for dinner. “Remember, ladies, nice dresses and no panties.” Mona and he went home to get ready. Mona asked him, “I take it I have the same rules as they do?”

“Yes, you do. Nice dress, no panties. In fact, unless there is a comfort or health issue involved, the no panties rule just became effective for all of you.” John dressed in a suit, then went to his study and made some calls. Mona came in and twirled to show off her dress. “Very nice. Show me that you obeyed the rule.”

Mona made a pouty face and said, “You don’t trust me?” as she hiked her skirt and showed off her smoothly-shaved pudenda.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said, smiling. He walked over to her. She kept the skirt pulled up, and he kissed her while he fondled her. He finally said, “Let’s go see if the limo is here.”

“You called for a limo?”

“Yes. I don’t want to have to worry about drinking.” The limo was indeed waiting in front of the house. The driver opened the door for them, then drove at John’s direction to the office, where they picked up Julia and Rebecca, then to the nicest restaurant in town for dinner. They had a lovely time.

After dessert and coffee, John had the parking attendant signal the limo driver. After they were in the car, the car drove off without any instructions to the driver. Shortly after that, they stopped in front of Suckers and the driver opened the doors for them. Mona asked, “Why are we here?”

John said, “We are celebrating. I’m sure you think that a suck bar is a dive that no woman would want to be in, but I know the owner, and this is a nice place. Sucking isn’t the only service they provide, by the way. I’m not getting a suck, because I promised someone something.” He paused and smiled at Mona, who squeezed his hand and smiled back. “However, you three can all have some fun. We can also summon someone we all know to tell her about the new situation.”

Mona looked stricken. She had forgotten that Suckers was where Delia was. “We can’t do that to Delia! It would embarrass her!”

“More than being made to suck cocks, nude, in a bar?”

Mona stopped and reflected. “I suppose not. You’re not going to make her … service us, are you?”

“No, but she’s a slave, and it wouldn’t be incest. Let’s go in.”

After they entered the bar, John gave his name to the slave at the door into the bar area. She asked him to wait there for a moment, and was back almost immediately. “Sir, please follow this slave to your table.” A slave with a yellow collar led them to a table with a “Reserved” sign on it. She took their drink orders and left. Shortly after that, a man approached the table and spoke to John. “Good to see you again!” He shook John’s hand and looked at the three women at the table.

John rose and spoke to his harem. “Ladies, this is George Johnson, the owner of this bar. He has taken on the job of educating Delia, and he has been doing a marvelous job of it. George, please sit with us.” George sat and John made introductions. The waitress returned with drinks, took Mr. Johnson’s order, and left.

“Well, ladies, what do you think of my establishment?” asked George. The women looked around and saw a clean, well-lit bar with orderly patrons being served by nude slave waitresses. There were a few sucks going on. All the slaves in the place were nude.

Mona spoke. “It looks like a nice place, nicer than I figured it would be.”

George laughed. “You’re thinking about the stereotypical suck bar, which can be a pretty low dive. This is a class establishment.” He paused, noticing someone passing by near the edge of the seating area. He waved to get the person’s attention, then beckoned them over. A pretty young slave wearing red collar, belt, and shoes came over to stand by her owner. “This is Joan, the head supervisor. She is in charge of your daughter.” He said this last part looking at Mona. “Joan, sit with us.” Joan pulled out a chair and sat next to her owner. “Tell them about Delia’s adapting to being here.”

“She seems to have gotten it. She got over the embarrassment of being a slave and being nude relatively quickly. She took to sucking really fast. She has been a highly productive white-collar slave and seems to be reasonably happy. I think she shows promise for promotion to higher levels of responsibility, if you leave her with us.”

John said, “We’ve talked about it. I want her to continue in college, but I understand that you are going to college too, so staying here might not be a bad idea. She needs to have the reality of her situation sink into her head, and I don’t know that it has deeply enough yet.”

George said, “We can deal with that later. I understand that you are celebrating a new arrangement tonight. We should be merry. Joan, order yourself a drink. After a toast, I’ll call out the entertainment that you asked for, John.”

Joan said, “I’m on duty, Mr. Johnson.”

“Not if I say you’re not. Have a drink, enjoy yourself with us, then call your young man. I have an appointment with those twins we just got. How are they working out?”

Joan smiled as she signalled a waitress. “They are doing well. They were already rather skilled, and we’re getting them into the routine fast.” Joan told the waitress what she wanted, and told her to notify the floor supervisor that she was now in charge.

Joan’s owner raised his glass to the three clothed women and John and said, “All happiness to the four of you.” Joan toasted along with them, but looked puzzled. George explained, “Mona, here, is John’s wife. Julia and Rebecca are his slaves. They just acknowledged a group marriage, I guess you’d call it.” He turned and signalled the floor supervisor. Three green-collars led three white-collars out to the table. George did the talking.

“Ladies, if you would like pleasure, please expose yourselves and our finest woman-pleasers will serve you.” The three women looked at each other, smiled, looked at John, smiled more, and pulled up their skirts to reveal their as-ordered lack of panties. George considered a moment, then turned to one of the leaders and said, “Leave yours with one of the other leaders. Bring back a licker for Joan.” He looked at John. “Do you want one?”

John replied, “No, thank you. I appreciate the thought, but I’m committed to a performance that may not work if I indulge. Go ahead if you want to.”

“I don’t mind if I do. Bring me a sucker.” The leader nodded and went to fetch the required workers.

Soon there were two more cuffed slaves on their knees at the table. They looked apprehensive when they saw that their customers were the owner of the bar and the chief supervisor, but they applied themselves to their work; their customers seemed to enjoy their efforts. John’s three women were enjoying their lickings. The licking slaves and the sucker drew out the experience as long as they could. When all the customers had climaxed, the servicers stood and prepared to leave. Mona took out some cash and said, “I’d like to tip her.” Julia and Rebecca wanted to tip also. George smiled and said, “Put it in their vaginas.” The women grinned at that and reached to do just that. The slaves spread their legs to receive the cash, and having had it stuck inside them, were led from the floor.

Mona had noticed that Delia wasn’t among the slaves brought out to please them. She had thought that John might think it was funny to do it, but he must have considered her feelings and asked them not to. Mona found herself wondering how Delia would perform, and found it difficult to push the thought out of her mind.

When they had all relaxed afterwards and had more to drink, George again signalled the floor supervisor. This time a green-collar slave brought out a woman in a dress and shoes, handcuffed and blindfolded. The lead slave stopped her at the table. Mona gasped, realizing that the clothed-but-cuffed slave was Delia. George said, “Undo her.” Joan stood, unlocked and removed the cuffs, then removed the blindfold. Delia looked at the table in front of her, recognized the group assembled there, and a wide smile broke out on her face.

“Mom! ” She ran to hug her mother, then her father.

Mr. Johnson rose and stood by Joan. “I’ll leave you to a pleasant evening. Just send her backstage when you leave. Joan, thank you for joining us. You can take the night off.”

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson.” She turned and left.

George Johnson turned and left the table. He had a smile on his face. He knew that Louise had the new twins tightly stretched out in the Fuck Room for his enjoyment.

12 thoughts on “Delia’s Story, Chapter 130: Morning”

I got quite aroused by the description of the foursome, 🙂 That’s some great writing. Nice way to bring Delia in too, much better than having her as one of the suckers/lickers. Maybe in the future but not at that moment.

Delia (and Rita) is a great story, they both make me strive to improve my own writing. Thank you

I just went back and looked at the chapter titles… Hard to believe it was actually Chapter 40 when Joan was introduced. She was such an important character from that point forward one could almost call this work “Joan’s Story,” rather than “Delia’s Story.”

Of course Delia was the first character, in the first chapter, but we’d go many chapters at a time with not even a mention of her, much less her actually being in the chapter. That happened with Joan and the other major characters, as well, but when things were revolving around Joan’s part of the story, it seemed more involved. At any rate, I felt like I got to know Joan and Julia and Rebecca (maybe even Louise and minor character Sara, to some extent) better than I did Delia — largely because we didn’t get as much back-story on Delia, I guess in great part since she had her parents as two major characters in the story.

More back-story about what happened with her and Ed (and that other bimbo Ed was about to enslave before Rebecca sold the evidence) might even still be an interesting addition, should you decide to add more chapters, which I hope you do. The way you ended this chapter could also, however, be considered a suitable ending to the story, since it re-united almost all the major characters at one time — including a few who’d never actually met in person (such as Joan and everyone else in Delia’s life). Louise was the only major character not included in this. I realize that should you decide to take the story forward from here you’ll probably have to take it into Delia going back to school, etc. However, you could maybe wrap up a loose end or two with just one or two more chapters, or maybe an epilogue, that carry our characters further into the future to show where they end up…

Say the Epilogue starts the following fall with Delia and Joan still working at the bar and both going back to school, details a bit of Joan’s continuing relationship with Jim and maybe even shows Delia finding a new young man who’s not a PREDATOR like Ed, then jumps five or more years into the future, maybe more, to show what life with all the majors is like… Thompson household with a couple little rugrats running around and Julia acting as house-nanny while Rebecca breast-feeds the kids (and everyone else, when they’re in the mood), Delia and Joan maybe with degrees, maybe married, maybe free, or maybe with trusts that protect them for life as slaves that have “almost freedom,” and where Joan ends up. I see her running that bar, entirely, as maybe George Johnson moves on to start a different or enlarged enterprise — maybe franchises… Maybe George finds his perfect woman (maybe Louise?), while keeping Penelope as a loyal housekeeper and “second-string” sex slave?

I don’t know… I think there are a lot of places you could go with just another chapter or two, and maybe a well-written epilogue, without getting bogged down in too many future details. I’d also like to see some of the real VILLAINS in this story get what’s coming to them… Ed, Janelle’s ex, the pot dealer who got Louise and all her friends enslaved — even those who had nothing to do with the pot. While I realize, as Shadow put it on the Writers’ Guideline page that this “world” is not at all about fairness, but about whatever it takes to make a woman a slave, there are STILL legal requirements, even so. It requires a husband, parents of a woman between 18-21, or someone who’s had consensual sex at least three times in 30 days to SELL a woman into slavery. As for judicial enslavements, my imagination tells me that even in THIS “world,” the “innocent until proven guilty” rule should still have some level of validity, which SHOULD mean that someone like Louise would be able to take a drug test and prove she had nothing to do with the marijuana, yet she didn’t. THAT would imply all the police and courts — at least in her area — are CORRUPT, which is another topic that could be addressed…

I realize that under the rules of Writers’ Guidelines for THIS forum and stories posted in it, there’s NO male enslavement, but that doesn’t mean there’s still no male imprisonment. Men CAN still go to prison for crimes, I assume — even crimes against free women? According to Louise, many of both the girls and boys at that party had nothing to do with the marijuana, yet all were fined or enslaved. That is NOTHING LIKE any sort of “criminal justice system” I can recognize even in a world where the relative easy enslavement of women has been codified, UNLESS we need to add to the Writers’ Guidelines that there’s no longer any presumption of innocence before being proven guilty, etc. Nobody gets an attorney or right to a trial before judicial enslavement?!? I’m not talking about what’s “fair.” I KNOW this “world” isn’t FAIR. I’m talking about what passes for muster on “the sniff test” of “willing suspension of disbelief.” Just a comment or two, here, after having read a couple short, and now this LONG story on DEF. I think this needs to be addressed in Writers’ Guidelines or somewhere else, since this story was written by one of the site owners and I don’t see any sort of what I would consider “judicial process” involved in the judicial enslavements… only arrest straight to enslavement.

No complaints. I’ve enjoyed the stories greatly so far, or I wouldn’t be here, and I certainly wouldn’t be posting all these responses. But as a responsible reader and fellow writer, I feel I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out a thing or two I feel is an inconsistency.

One of Shadow’s chapters explained (in court) that the slave law was created to create slaves, and creating slaves was afterwards it was hard not to create slaves. The original site made it easy for the judiciary to create slaves via criminal law. One case of teaching assistants selling answers caused hundreds of female students to be enslaved because they gave the canned answer to a fake question. Women had basically become second-class citizens.

One of the main author’s central characters, Ingrid, was enslaved because she was marginally drunk at a bar. Her boss got her there and got her drunk. The cops, prosecution, and judge were not sympathetic in the least, and her husband didn’t help at all. It turned out to have been planned in advance, and justice be damned.

Thus, the environment of the original site created the environment of this story. The lack of the other stories around it makes this story harder to understand, because we did not copy the other stories (we could not because of copyright). We mentioned in the About page that a lot of context was lost, and this is part of it. A woman on trial is guilty unless proven innocent. The world of this story is far more rough than our world, so don’t try to compare them too much. As the original author once said, “This is porn, it doesn’t have to make sense.” (Or something close to that.)

Yes, I created a lot of characters and roamed around them widely. I had not overarching story line for the story I was creating. My original thinking was that in contrast to the cruelty of the original author (which was … interesting), I thought I could tell a story that was both dominating females and less cruel. After Delia was under Joan’s dominion, Joan’s role grew. Several authors I’ve read have said that some characters take over, and Joan is one of them. I was looking to make Delia more central to subsequent chapters.

I have several chapters in the can that were never posted to the original site, and at least six or seven outlined in my head beyond that. On top of that, there were three other story lines I posted on the original site that have not been posted here. I have material for years to come.

It’s just that I don’t feel like very many people give the slightest bit of a damn about reading any of it. Recent comments have buoyed my attitude, but short-term bursts have happened before.

It seems like readers who have encountered stories recently seem to be better at communicating, so think up ways of bringing them in.

“It’s just that I don’t feel like very many people give the slightest bit of a damn about reading any of it. Recent comments have buoyed my attitude, but short-term bursts have happened before.”

I DEFINITELY know how you feel, Og. If anyone I know reads this they’ll know who this is, but I don’t care. I was the co-founder and editor of a free weekly paper in the mid-90s that made it a little more than 3 years before it just ran out of steam (all revenue dependent on ads, and the internet was coming along, etc.)… At any rate, I wrote A LOT of the copy… stories, editorial column, etc. Ran it out of my home for the first few months. One day I was talking with one of my folks (lived in same house — too poor to live elsewhere — especially trying to make that thing fly) about a recent column I’d written and they couldn’t discuss it intelligently with me. I think it was my mom. Bear in mind there were always at least a dozen of each new issue around the house. She hadn’t read it, she admitted to me (and she’d retired on disability not long before then, so she wasn’t working)… Even those who did, unless you wrote something extremely controversial it was virtually impossible to get anyone to act like they cared about anything you wrote. Letters to the Editor were almost non-existent during that whole 3 years.

Frankly, up until this site I’d never posted comments to anyone about these types of stories, either, although I’ve considered it for a few writers (can’t find an email address for ShadowKeepr, the author of “Tales of Club Shadowland.” I have one for Steven S. Davis (who I THINK is also ShadowKeeper, but I’m not certain), but the one for him I don’t think is still any good. Most don’t even have a link to comment; some do. I’m about ready to give “Hungry Guy” some feedback. Some of his stories are funny; some, well, BIZARRE. I’ve been spending time reading some of his stuff, lately, since I read everything I could here. Also read a LONG story (author was Llabnik, I think) called “Nazi Nurse.” I DLd it and put it in MS Word so I could change the background and not go blind… Word said it was 45,000 + words, which is pretty long for a story in one piece, although there are a number that are longer… Pretty vicious story, as you might imagine, about a nurse who really enjoyed her work at a Nazi medical experimentation facility and used it as a chance to get all her enemies rounded up and get revenge on them, as well.

I have noticed that all MY comments do seem to have brought a few other folks “out of the woodwork,” so to speak, which I’m glad to see, and so I certainly hope you post the rest of what you have for Delia and anything else. As I have email updates turned on, if I’m not actively looking at the site at that time I should still see it and come to take a look. I really DO know what it feels like to be an unappreciated writer.

My stories were intentionally less dark. Like I said to reddyformore, WRITE SOMETHING. I read the stories the original author wrote and thought I could contribute something different. Several of us came up with different story lines that contributed to the universe. You can do the same thing here. It doesn’t have to be too frequent (look at my posting record), but just think of something erotic about bondage in a slave society, and it is likely that you will find a lot of people to connect with. We would love to have your contribution..There are a LOT of stories in this type of universe, so it is clear there is a lot of space available for stories. Don’t worry about it — just make it enjoyable. Reach into your fantasies and let go. If you go too far, we can help you back to pseudo-reality.

Please write something about a slave. It doesn’t matter too much what you write. Find something interesting in your mind and just let go — there is no fairness (yes, there is a legal system, but you can find a fair reason, or a parent, or a lover, …

Find something to write. You will enjoy it and I expect the vast bulk of the people who read here will like it. The rest of you — so the same thing. I know you have fantasies about slavery. Indulge them. Write them. We don’t have all that high a standard about writing; we will edit your stuff for English and storyline reasons, and it might take a while, but you can enjoy yourself with your own fantasy storyline in our extremely-wide universe.

I just emailed my story concept to Shadow a few minutes ago, Og. He’s welcome to share it with you, if he wishes. It’s a bit “out in left field” as far as the other stories currently on this site go, I think. But it might fit in. Guess I’ll find out.

I wasn’t aware of that, Og. I record the CBS Evening News every night in case I don’t get to catch it live, and I caught just a brief glimpse of something last night that said NYC dodged a massive blizzard that’s sacked in New England with 70 MPH white-outs, but I wasn’t aware it had hit OK, as well, although I know this kind of weather often does go through there (ummmmm, to be honest, I’ve been too pre-occupied reading “stuff” online, lately). I’m in no big hurry, though.

I’d prefer to do that through email, rather than through herea posting here, and I can’t get the email address I use for these updates to work when I try to do emails directly from the website. Shadow sent me one directly, so I was able to email him back. (For one thing, the email I sent Shadow was likely WELL longer than any posting I’ve made here, yet, and that was just a brief outline of where I’d like to take my story to start with.)

If you have access to the website’s WordPress email accounts, send me an email directly, and I’ll forward you what I sent Shadow.